I give you my invitation to procrastinate with me… however only feel free to react until I say the ‘word’.
Would I trust Jesus as my mechanic, unless I change the fact? I don’t trust ANY mechanics to being with. Must I forgive the faulty work on my vehicle?
What kind of logic within the frame of mind an intellectual such as Jesus himself would CRY!!
Progress is change. I service my fleeting ship for navigation and survival.
I must serve a purpose. Emotions. Emotionally I color my world. I cover my tracks in the desert sand.
I’ll only react if spoken to with the dogma of relief.
Chain reactions of self-depreciating events don’t do me justice. Justice is blind. Naturally an injustice has yet to occur?
I suffer from the injustice of my own doing.
Must I serve a person or preoccupation?
The challenge of this time on trial, “He always sounds like that.” My god in heaven… what did happen? Could it be if a tree falls in the forest it made a sound. Quite a miracle you can quote me on!
(Yes mommy.)
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